I had my last long run yesterday — another 12-miler. One of my running partners has a bum hip and another had planned to join me, but she had car trouble and wasn’t able to meet me.
So I ventured out there on my own. I have done most of my long runs with a friend this year, minus a few 8s and 10s. I like running with a friend for the obvious reasons — conversation, the miles go by faster, and, well, my running partners and I giggle a lot. We share running war stories that include blood, blisters, dirt and and even the dreaded stomach issue or two. They know way more about me than some of my non-running friends — the good, the bad and the ugly — because of the running bond we runners share.
This is why I was nervous to head out and run those 12 miles solo. But, I’m happy to say, it was a great run. I took it easy, but was surprised by my time and I was even able to kick it at the end.
All in all, a great last long run and just the confidence boost I needed before the Richmond half marathon, which is two weeks away.
So now I taper. Sigh…
P.S. With Halloween this week, I cut a run short, but still had good mileage since I did a longer run last Sunday. Life happens… Now, please remove the Halloween candy from my house!